Tuesday, October 10, 2006

King of the Birds

Since we were talking about Flannery O'Connor's peacocks last week, I thought it would be fun to do some show and tell (not of Flannery's particular peacocks, of course!)

The photos are compliments of a blogging buddy from Combe Martin over in the United Kingdom. I asked him to reveal where the peacocks reside, and this is what he said...

The brightly coloured peacock lives in the gardens of an old Inn which is in a valley that runs down to a place called Heddons Mouth by the sea. This is a very popular spot with walkers and there is an old Roman fort nearby (or the remains of one). The peacock with the lovely rear view comes from a local zoo (I do not think that this pose will impress the girls!)

I am mostly impressed that anything in creation can be so stunning, regardless of the point of view. I guess that's why they call the peacock "King of the Birds."

Peacocks dressed up and down, by Martin Stickland. Used with permission.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow! They are beautiful

8:59 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

Lovely colors.

11:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My parents had a peacock visit their farm for several months. He just showed up one day, made himself at home, and didn't leave until a friend of a friend who owned several peacocks adopted him into the family. My step-dad named him "Pete," and he (Pete, that is) slept on top of the garage, ate corn out of the barn, and generally kept an eye on the place while he was there. I think of him every once in a while when I see the feathers he left behind hanging on the wall of the garage. He was lovely, but kind of hard to get along with.

3:07 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Glad to hear that your step-dad didn't sleep on top of the garage... I'm sure there's some kind of law against that. :)

Oh, thanks for the great story... yes, Flannery also admitted that the peafowl were not the best companions... a lot of eating and preening and ignoring admiring spectators... you know, kind of kingly, as their nickname suggests.

So good to hear from you!

5:25 PM  
Blogger Martin Stickland said...

Hello Laura,

I am glad that you liked the peacock photos and thanks for posting them. Whilst we were sipping a cool beer in the summer sun the male peacock was showing off his feathers to a female who just looked at him, turned around and walked off as if to say 'seen it all before', poor guy, all that effort!

Bye for now Laura!

Kind Regards


7:04 AM  
Blogger Judy Callarman said...

Peacocks are so beautiful! Several live on a farm near us--one of them is all white, an albino, I guess. Their cry sounds like "Help! Help!" My grandchildren used to be alarmed when they heard this, thinking somebody was in trouble. But now they know what it is and they laugh and say, "Those peacocks must need help!"

11:35 AM  

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